Last night Tom and I bundled up and went to see the Girls Jaguars play two games of flag football! I, who have not an athletic bone in my body, found it surprisingly exhilarating to see girls running and intercepting and making home runs! Day is one of the four coaches and until she married Tom, I never saw athletics in her future, but she's loving it and good at it. Until the second game last night, her team was undefeated.
Tom told me that fifty-six languages are spoken in this county! The team was a beautiful mix of ethnicities and skin colors, all intent on playing good football.
I drove here on Sunday and Monday and Tuesday in rain and fog and sunshine, thinking to myself, "You've still got the road warrior thing going on, Linda!" It had been years, but driving cross-country is like, well, riding a bicycle.
The cold weather and rain reminded me that my suitcase contents are in need of a change. Packing when it's 100 degrees, it's hard to imagine the need for thick socks and heavy coats. I have driven Highway 81--and the parallel 11, into Virginia countless times, and it's always a pleasure to see the patchwork of fields and farms, especially in fall colors of golds and reds and oranges. I couldn't bear the thought of I95.
Yesterday, after walking the dogs, I spent the morning at Artistic Artifacts, a one of a kind store for mixed media and quilting and Bernina sewing machines. I left with a bag of papers and stamps and ribbons, inspired to make a book or two while Day is teaching. I also left with two potential friends, Amy and the owner Judy.
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